Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
I lie back, gasping, struggling to catch my breath.
He stands and tears at his clothes. His hands work desperately, buttons flying as he reveals his muscular torso. I finally get hold of myself and lean forward. Tug at his belt and pull his pants down.
His huge manhood springs up, a dollop of precum clinging to his end.
I grab it and rub my hand quickly. Urgently. The tingling between my thighs becomes a storm I can’t ignore.
“Remember, this is about you being a good girl and taking the lead for Daddy.”
He sits on the bed, shifts up, props himself against some pillows with his huge hard dick pointing up. He raises his eyebrow in a challenge. Nerves still cling to me, but they’re distant.
He takes it all away.
“Does Daddy want me to ride him?”
“More than anything,” he snarls, his tatted hand stroking his length. Spreading the precum so all ten inches glistens.
I climb onto the bed, walking on my knees until I can straddle him.
He rests one hand on my hip and keeps the other on his hard cock.
I cling onto his shoulders, sit down slowly.
Oh.
Oh.
This angle makes him seem somehow bigger. I sit heavily as he grinds up inside of me. As he fills up my tunnel and makes thinking about anything else impossible.
He groans when I sit on his balls. His hand grips my hip in a vise. Like he owns me. And I want that.
This man who did the right thing … after a lifetime of wrong.
This man who made the right choice.
He rocks his hips slowly.
“You’re a good fucking girl,” he groans. “But don’t make Daddy do all the work.”
“Like—this?”
I sit up, then down. Then repeat. Up and down. Bouncing against his balls as his fiery shaft flows inside me. His swollen end kisses a bright and sensitive spot deep within me. A button of euphoria.
“Pur-Perfect,” he grunts.
“Touch my ass, Daddy.”
With both hands he cradles my ass, massaging me as I bounce on him.
Confidence surges and suddenly I’m fully riding him, using his shoulders to lift myself then flow back down. Each time I land on his balls, he groans like he’s going to release.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy.”
His hips snap back and forth. Driving up into me as I rush to meet him mid collision.
My head swims as we sink into this rhythm, disappear into it.
I’ve never had anything else pluck me from reality like this.
But Daddy knows what he’s doing.
He fucks me like his life depends on it.
I clench my thighs tightly around him when I feel another orgasm rushing into me, tendrils of warm pleasure gripping and making everything tight.
He gasps and presses his hands even firmer against me.
When I break, I gaze at him through pleasure-blurred eyes. His mouth is tight as he stares at me. Struggling not to cum inside my pussy.
“Do it, Daddy,” I scream. “Cum in my pussy.”
“It’s the—only place—my cum—belo …”
He can’t finish the word.
He roars and buries his face against my breasts, hugging me tight to him as he bites down on my flesh. The sweet stinging sensation adds to the pleasure. We rock together as our shared crescendo deafens us, his cock pulsing as a seemingly never-ending flow of cum shoots inside.
Finally, I slide onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling as the room spins then settles.
He pulls me into his arms. Strokes his hand through my hair. “You tasted so fucking good,” he murmurs.
A dizzy smile grips me.
I think about what he told me.
Enforcer.
Refusing to do what his boss said.
The devils who could be at his door any day.
But then I sink deeper into his embrace and let myself forget it all.
We can talk about it tomorrow.
Except tomorrow, he’s gone.
I wake with no warm presence beside me. Just an absence where he should be.
A note on the bedside table.
I loved you more in a day than I’ve loved anybody my entire life, Rose. If I don’t leave, I’m risking your life. So far, the Bratva doesn’t know who or where you are. That might change if I stick around.
I hope you can forgive me one day.
The note trembles in my hand. Tears sting my eyes.
I don’t forgive him. I can’t.
I didn’t even get a chance to tell him I love him too.
9
LEX
Idrive out of the city. Nothing in my car but weapons and a change of clothes. No destination in mind except far, far away.
The Bratva don’t know where I’ve been living. If I vanish now, I can keep it that way. I can keep Rose safe.
Every mile I put between me and her kills me.
When I told her about refusing to take out the kid, she looked at me with something like love in her eyes. Tears glistening with understanding—and maybe forgiveness.
I’m doing the right thing.
Keep driving.
I stop before I hit the highway. Pull up at the side of the road and climb out. Look at the skyline, the city, grind my teeth until I almost give myself a headache.